Camera phones out, brandished like weaponry Pepper the streets around the crime As if the threat of observation were enough To stop a violent perpetrator in their tracks, Quell the wave of the power trip from washing Over the bulletproof vest, pressed uniform, holstered gun;…

Your name is Janus, and you are not really getting married. You make the right decision, today, pretending; Though the months and years ahead Will be the worst of your life, Unless the worst yet to come… What difference does it make? I am grateful…

Source Material: The Land of Little Rain by Mary Austin This is the nature of chaos. Streaked with ash, evaporating the dark and bitter lies. The wind drifts between them, the quick storms scar them past redeeming. One expects not to depend upon brackish and…

Tresses on the floor reveal what once defined her beauty alone in the chair none of that matters now the pixie staring back at her wasn’t smiling and the mirror wasn’t lying She’d tip him anyway

I didn’t give a damn. I was feeling puckish.

Moonbeams cannot break through the fog, so dense it blankets the surrounding firs, that damn concrete dock, and it’s uneven plane.  Hobbling I try and fail to reach the shelf holding my canteen. Oh well. Instead, coffee warms me in the hush before dawn breaks. 

when the rain came the girl in the musical question would be mystically tinged personal wealth is currently humming along.

Change to happiness expressed warmly Look Listen to every moment valuable

Hush fog! You afternoon haze Descending that far mountain shelf. You hide fir trees from my sight! Damn sweating sun! Shall thee come near, oh night, With moonbeam in the darkest phase? I’d make some coffee for myself, Caffeine canteen of sweet delight, But that’s…

I’m on an adventure Diving into my heart Where I will find the treasure But first I must find The map, my inspiration Perhaps I could look to my love For it brings me elation Teaching me the new trends There is also my family…